Senka scaled along the roof and dropped down the wall, their fingertips brushing the Force, the air cushioning their steps. There was a soft sound of the breeze created from them, and nothing more. Navigating the planets like this had long since become a habit, a lifestyle. It was not even out of survival at some points, but out of forgetting that there were other options. They released the Force once they reached the street and sprinted into the darkness.
( who are you? / i am what iridonia made me. / what are you? / not here, not there. ) The ancient, so it seemed, mantras taught to them by their Master in an age long since passed echoed. They still clung to them sometimes, as something real, as something to ground them. They were not the words that most Jedi repeated, but there had been an exception made, because of what’d shaped them, because of what had made them different. There are always exceptions, was how their Master assuaged their prickled pride. These will be yours.
Then the strand of memory ended, severing itself. They blinked back into the present. A figure of a girl was before them. She was revealed, and they were cloaked. Neither here nor there. Of course I am a shadow. What else could I have become?
She took a step back. Senka remained where they had stopped, and did not reach for any weapons. She didn’t seem to be a threat, not openly. They scanned her, and she seemed afraid. Of something. Of someone. Senka could be wrong. Sometimes, they were. And they might no longer be anything now, but they once were a part of the Jedi Order. They wrangled with the very sudden surge of paranoia at being faced with the need to help. The two emotions yanked at each other, grappling for dominance. Their chest ached with it.
Senka settled somewhere in the middle. “I’m not going to bite you.”
Still wary, Lyra kept her distance, pushing back the fear that still lingered at the back of her mind. It seemed she was wary of everyone these days, but in the end she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe that was the reason she was still alive. A trusting child had grown into an adult who was never sure who to trust --- she was fairly certain the time she spent smuggling played a large role in that, but she was grateful for it now. She had learned to never underestimate people, learned that even those who appeared the most harmless could be quite the opposite.
“It’s not biting I’m worried about.” Somehow she managed to keep her voice from shaking as she spoke, managed to at least give the outward appearance of calm. Reaching out through the Force, she tried to gather any information she could based solely on the presence of the figure before her.
“You’re not one of them --- the Sith,” she observed, hoping her assessment was correct and refusing to allow herself to let her guard down until it was confirmed. “Who are you?”
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